the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. That very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I wear holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you, and only you,since I was a boy. But I'm not.I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard.As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like back rocks frozen in rainwater. They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai,"as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name. And in deah,as in life, I will remain forever yours.